Snippet #2550050

She allowed him to guide her forward a step before kneeling down on her knees. She winced slightly at the effort.

"Well.. There's a pretty upset bird that we've disturbed his nap.." She murmured. "There's a slight breeze.. I smell rain on it. The grass and trees seem to be aware of it too.. There are bees zooming around that I swear has enough balls to take on your lady friend in the pack.." She chuckled softly.

"Very good," he told her. "I'm gonna walk you through a meditative exercise, an' I want you to listen very carefully to me voice 'til we're done. Can you do that?" he asked her.

She nodded silently. "Sure." She answered.

"Alright, I want you to relax, an' slow your breathin'," he told her. "Forget I'm 'ere, and imagine you're sittin' out 'ere by yourself. Now I want you to imagine up everythin' you can 'ear an' see, an' picture it all in your mind. Imagine the smell of the flowers that the bees are buzzin' aroun', an' the bird in the trees. What color is the bird?" he asked.

She nodded and engulfed herself into the surrounding area."It's a black bird.. One of those noisy ones that like to pester people for shiny things.." She murmured. She took slow deep breaths, and almost became entranced after a bit. Someone watching could almost wonder if she were asleep.

They went on like that for some time, with his voice droning quietly in the background as he guided her along, helping her to envision up the field within her mind until it was as real as the ground beneath her knees.

With the calming of her breath and the trance like sensation settling over her, he could almost see the tension easing out of her body and he stood quietly, taking a step back.

"Imagine yourself standing up, an' taking a step forward," he told her.

"Feel the grass beneath your paws, 'nd the breeze ruffling through your fur. It's gonna rain soon."

He hadn't explicitly told her to envision herself as a wolf, and instead aimed to guide her to it subtly with the context of his words.

"Don't be afraid. In the days before the Qualayan's landed on these shores, men called our kind friend, an' we roamed these lands without fear."

"Go to the forest. Feel its 'eartbeat beneath your paws. It's callin' you, it wants you to run wi' it."

Desmond's eyes watched her face carefully for any telltale signs of distress, but the slack calm reassured him.

"The smells of the forest are all around you, the sounds of the animals rustle in the trees overhead. They know you. You are a child of the lan'. The earth is your mother, an' both man and beast are your brothers."